2013.03.27 _ 71

Grateful for a warm spring day.

Addition: Spent a wonderful day running away and wandering through historic streets looking at old houses and marveling at architecture, colour and style. edited 20:25, 27 Mar 2013

::: It's raining colors
::: Splashing the winter away
::: Universal hum

Writing down tonight, for the first time, something I've noticed millions of times... that the day begins in some way with some focus and it then seems to draw into itself like themes. I used to call it synchronicity and it would feel as though a little game was being played, from small coincidences to more complex patterns to timely intuitions, but there is yet something else, such as today's experience of waking to discuss memoir then meeting with an old friend, then an opening to go back into some "personal story" type writing left incomplete months ago due to encountering an emotional obstacle. It is like flow, but I wouldn't call it flow... seems a function of just noticing.

A funny moment in meditation too, when, feeling silly shedding tears the image of laughing yoga came up and I thought "yeah... crying yoga..." :P Laughter came through the tears at that idea and well, the main thing that makes it a yoga is the offering/devotion. edited 02:18, 28 Mar 2013